More than ever
I find myself
Fighting dread
With the dead…
We chose “Franklin’s Tower” for its opening line, one of my favorite opening lines of all time:
“In another time’s forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother’s face”
This is the gift of the Dead,
The paradox of personal universality…
Wisdom found at the end of a maze,
The bliss of unconditional love and acceptance…
There’s a Dead for everyone…
Through the pandemic, I
go on daily immersions into Blues for Allah, marveling at Phillip
Garris’s eerie and alluring cover art,
Help/Slip/Frank guiding me through the weird underworld that the day
has become, & I feel at once remarkably insignificant and the most
precious thing in the universe, A wave, held in the ocean of my
mother’s eyes… a child dancing, rolling away the dew…
Knowing Help is indeed on the way…